Poetry

I started writing poetry when I was 10 and started performing it at 15. When I was 17, I adopted the nom-de-plume of Teri O’Neal and was an active writer and performer of my work through to my early thirties, at which point I met my husband and life-partner, and, for various reasons, virtually stopped writing. However, I always knew that it was still there and that I would go back to it if he was no longer with me. He died suddenly of a heart attack in the middle of the night (age 66), our having been together for over forty years.

Twelve days later I started writing again and continue to do so having finished three books, currently working on a fourth one and having written over 400 poems. The first three books form a trilogy called You are dead (but I am not …). Each book has a sub-title, these being: [or A Diary of Grief]; [or The Second Year]; and [or And Life Goes On]. Each covers a period of a year up to the next anniversary of his death. The fourth book has a working title of The Next Chapter. I write in free verse.  I have also gone back to performing my work at open mic sessions.

The books are in the form of diaries (with the poems being dated/in date (creation) order). They tackle the subjects of shock, grief, loss and widowhood together with trying to find a new identity and way of life. Nonetheless, there are splashes of humour! Above all, I really hope that they would give comfort to people who are either grieving or know others who are. 

You are dead (but I am not …) [or A Diary of Grief] was published by Olympia Publishers in June 2025 and [or The Second Year] on 14th August 2025. Both books are also available on Kindle through Amazon. The third volume [or And Life Goes On] is currently in production. 

Poetry

I started writing poetry when I was 10 and started performing it at 15. When I was 17, I adopted the nom-de-plume of Teri O’Neal and was an active writer and performer of my work through to my early thirties, at which point I met my husband and life-partner, and, for various reasons, virtually stopped writing. However, I always knew that it was still there and that I would go back to it if he was no longer with me. He died suddenly of a heart attack in the middle of the night (age 66), our having been together for over forty years.

Twelve days later I started writing again and continue to do so having finished three books, currently working on a fourth one and having written over 400 poems. The first three books form a trilogy called You are dead (but I am not …). Each book has a sub-title, these being: [or A Diary of Grief]; [or The Second Year]; and [or And Life Goes On]. Each covers a period of a year up to the next anniversary of his death. The fourth book has a working title of The Next Chapter. I write in free verse.  I have also gone back to performing my work at open mic sessions.

The books are in the form of diaries (with the poems being dated/in date (creation) order). They tackle the subjects of shock, grief, loss and widowhood together with trying to find a new identity and way of life. Nonetheless, there are splashes of humour! Above all, I really hope that they would give comfort to people who are either grieving or know others who are. 

You are dead (but I am not …) [or A Diary of Grief] was published by Olympia Publishers in June 2025 and [or The Second Year] on 14th August 2025. Both books are also available on Kindle through Amazon. The third volume [or And Life Goes On] is currently in production. 

You are dead (but I am not...) - a trilogy

Some short poems from volume 1 [or A Diary of Grief]

There but …

There
          but for the
                  grace of God

Go I
I see it in
          their eyes

Friends
          couples for a long time

Look at me
          and think
There
          but

Blah, blah, blah

Blah
          Blah
                    Blah

(telling someone about
          something
                    that has happened
such as
           The Curious Incident of the
                    Smoke Alarms in the Night-time)

And then
          I wrote a poem

That seems to be
          my answer
                    to everything
These days

The cat

I usually write
In the middle of the night
Having turned on the light

And the cat
          turns over

And stretches out
          taking up even more of the bed

And huffs and
          puffs

And makes it
          very clear

She does NOT
          approve

© Teri O’Neal

Some short poems from volume 2 [or The Second Year]

I’ve just seen ………………

I’ve just seen this
          elderly couple
                  Looking after each other
                  Looking out for each other

But old
          infirm
                  frail

At least I won’t
          ever
                  see
You
          like
                  that
Nor
          you
                  me

A very good excuse

Grief is
          a very good
                  excuse

You can
          do
                  something
Totally
          utterly
                  stupid
Claim
          grief

And people
          will
                  understand
          will
                  forgive you

Daffodils

There is a little
          plastic
                  pot
Full of miniature
          daffodils
Now
          in full bloom

A gift from
          old friends

I can’t remember if
          they were given
                  to us
          or
                  to me

The time-line of
          before and
                  after

Is becoming
          blurred

© Teri O’Neal